Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Anything's Possible ❯ Flashbacks and Lustful Urges ( Chapter 13 )

Author's Notes:

Hey all! It's finally done! *dances around her computer* The chapter; not the story off course! We're not even close to finishing that! O_o;;; Anywho, I've worked my ass off for a full THREE WEEKS writing this bad boy, so I better see some reviews!!! Please! *on knees begging* It's my first lemon and I don't think I've ever worked on anything so hard! I think paid off though! This baby is almost FIVE times longer than past chapters! I told you I've been working! The lemon is HUGE, but not until the end of the chapter. Don't you dare skip over the first part though, because Jen's past is finally fully revealed! Did I mention that I slaved my ass off on this chapter?

Also, I now have a website. YAY!! ^_^ It contains some fanart of the happy couple, so be sure to go check it out! It's at:

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Well, I'm going to stop wasting time, so go read! And PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!! They are very much appreciated!

Chapter 13

Vegeta stared at the small necklace in his hand, shocked beyond speech. It was a simple necklace; a beautiful ruby-like stone in the shape of a waterdrop, hung from a relatively thin golden chain, with a tiny rope of gold curved diagonally across the gem. To anyone who didn't know any better, they would have assumed it to be an ordinary, although beautiful and expensive piece of jewelry. The Saiyan no Ouji did know better, however.

'How? How could a defective Saiyan possess the Saiyan Teardrop? How? How could the brat have it at all?! It was supposed to have been destroyed along with the rest of Vegetasei! Why is it here?!' Vegeta thought almost frantically. He rubbed his gloved thumb lightly over the blood-red gem as it rested in his palm. It was the symbol of the future Saiyan Queen; always given to the betrothed mate of the current Saiyan Prince, until her mate assumed the throne.

'But I didn't have a mate betrothed to me,' he remembered with a frown. There hadn't been any distant female relatives of an appropriate age to.

In order to keep the bloodline pure, the king was always paired with his most powerful second or third cousin that was within a 25-year age difference. This tradition, which Vegeta knew humans would find ridiculously disturbing, kept the royal bloodline free of any weak, low-class genes. And unlike most species, distant inbreeding in Saiyans nearly always produced offspring stronger than its parents (1). However, every fourth generation or so, the role of Queen was given to an Elite instead; just to insure that the inbreeding didn't go too far. Yet another impossible length taken to keep the Royal bloodline the absolute best. His father had been one of those fourth generations, leaving Vegeta to continue on the tradition.

Except he couldn't. Every female relative he had then, was already far too old to even produce another potential mate for him; little less give him a heir themself. The only way for Vegeta to have his Queen, was to mate with an Elite also.

'That's right! Father ordered one of the Royal Guards to breed a mate for me,' he recalled. His scowl deepened as he remembered what had become of that little arrangement.

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Flashback....

Young Prince Vegeta watched curiously from behind the pillars, which lined the edges of the great, dimly-lit throne room. He couldn't believe that his father had forbidden him from being present today. After all, this sentencing was completely based about him.

From where he was hiding, Vegeta would have a perfect view of the proceedings. He could see his furious father, sitting stiffly on his throne, looking as though he would blow the entire castle into oblivion if anyone so much as sneezed. The guards seemed to realize this too. They stood straight and tall, their tails wrapped almost too tightly about their waists. The warriors all looked dead ahead, not letting their eyes stray even a centimeter. The tension in the room was so thick, one could have cut it with a blade. The young prince knew, that if he was caught in here now, he might as well just commit suicide to save himself the agony of the beating, his father had promised to deliver. Of course, that hadn't stop Vegeta.

"Bring in the prisoners!" the King's voice suddenly roared. Immediately the heavy double doors were thrown open, as four Elite guards dragged their charges in. All eyes turned to the beaten and bloody pair of Saiyans. The duo didn't meet their gazes, only continued to reluctantly march towards the menacing, powerful figure that awaited them at the end of the long, blood-red carpet. Vegeta nearly gasped aloud, as he recognized the male prisoner. 'No! It can't be him!'

He hadn't really known what this sentencing was about, only that the charge was High Treason Against The Throne, and that it somehow heavily involved around him.

"Daikon, Elite Royal Guard and Kobacha, Princess of the Outcasts!" King Vegeta sneered. "You are charged with High Treason Against The Throne, for attempting to soil the Royal Bloodline!"

The four-year old hiding behind the pillars, blinked in shock. 'Princess of the Outcasts! No way!' But there was nothing wrong with the small, silent female standing before his father. She was of course, covered in blood and had obviously been beaten a great deal, but other than that she looked like a normal female. She might even be of high blood! Then suddenly her eyes snapped right towards Vegeta, and he realized why she was an Outcast. Brilliant, dark blue eyes glared eerily at the little prince, from beneath blood-soaked bangs.

"Outcast!" The King's harsh, deep voice made the female glare back up at her rival monarch, still not saying anything. "I take it you appreciate the decor. I know it's so much of a difference from your lovely little shacks in the forests. Hmm, your 'highness'?" His voice dripped sarcasm. Vegeta could here the female growl low in her throat. Beside her Daikon, who the Prince rather liked when he was the second most powerful Royal Guard, looked at her meaningfully, obviously trying to tell her to not to do anything drastic. The look was lost.

"Excuse me, 'sire'," Kobacha finally spoke, her feminine voice silky with her own heavy dose of sarcasm. "But I believe it was you and your predecessors, who banished us because of our physical faults. And personally, I think this whole castle and city is a big waste of shit!"

She and the now steaming King glared at each other, while everyone present practically had their eyes bugging out of their heads. No one EVER talked back to the King! Suddenly the Saiyan no Ou snarled and before anyone could blink, raised one finger; firing a single, small ki blast through Kobacha's right side.

"NO!" Daikon cried, struggling to free himself, as the female slowly collapsed down onto her knees, blood oozing slowly from her side. A swift, hard blow to the gut ceased his struggles. The furious Saiyan King stood up from his throne.

"Outcast, you are hereby banished to the farthest corner of this galaxy, where you will finally birth the abomination that grows in your womb! With that wound in your side, you will die almost immediately afterwards." The Outcast Princess gasped painfully as she glared up at him, her long, spiky pony tail falling over one shoulder. The King ignored her and turned to her frantically concerned mate.

"Daikon, for your treason, your tail will be ripped off and you will remain in the palace dungeon, until at last the separation from your mate and your bond will kill you!"

The entire room let out a collective gasp. Never had a punishment this harsh ever been delivered. The young prince stared at his father, astonished. Even he realized the severity of it. And for the first time since they entered, Daikon and Kobacha looked frightened.

"Take them away!"

End Flashback....

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Vegeta shook his head at the memory and stared at the necklace in his hand. He remembered now; it had been stolen from the treasury not long before the sentencing. Its presence and that picture of Jen, finally led him to the only possible solution available. Jen was his betrothed mate!

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Meanwhile In The Room Of Time and Spirit.....

Jen groaned softly as she squeezed her eyes shut once more. The curtains, which surrounded the large bed she was lying on, were wide open; the brilliant light outside shining into the Saiyan's eyes with a vengeance. Slowly she sat up, one hand covering her pained eyes as she let them slowly adjust. Suddenly soft flesh was pressed to Jen's lips; pausing only for a millisecond, before these new lips began moving in a comfortable rhythm against hers. The hand that had been concealing her eyes, slowly slid away to cup the angular cheek of her half-mate; their lips still caressing one another's. Jen opened her eyes as Trunks reluctantly broke the kiss; two very different shades of the same hue meeting.

"So you're finally awake," Trunks said, running a lightly calloused hand up Jen's lean, muscular arm to the deceivingly slender hand continuing to cup his cheek. He rubbed against her palm, placing a tender kiss on it and each of her finger tips before pulling away. Jen was slightly puzzled by this new over display of affection. His smell was a little different too; stronger and more masculine. Jen found it irresistible. Besides, what girl would possibly object?

"How long was I asleep?" she asked, briefly recalling the events of their last training session. Trunks hmphed slightly.

"Unconscious was more like it. You've been out for almost two days! I was beginning to get really worried," he told her.

"Ahhh, what were you worried about? I'm a big girl, you know," she smirked, leaning forward and lightly biting his chin. Trunks smirked and returned the affection; tenderly biting the tip of her nose. They remained that way for a few short seconds, before Trunks pulled away and kissed her again. This time a little more demanding.

Trunks' tongue slipped out to lightly trace Jen's lips, begging for entrance, which she eagerly granted. Their tongues swirled together in a sensual dance; exploring their mate's mouth, enjoying the sweet taste of one another. Jen wrapped her arms around Trunks' neck and swiftly undid the tie holding his hair back, lavender strands spilling out, almost touching his shoulders. Promptly, Jen's fingers entangled themselves in the silky locks, as Trunks strong arms encircled her waist.

He slowly pushed her down onto her back and gently laid on top of her, automatically trying not to squish her. The warrior started trailing kisses across her cheek, then down her jaw line and to her neck. Trunks lavished attention on Jen's sensitive neck, kissing, licking, sucking and nipping; all while Jen purred in pleasure, her tail lightly thumping the bed. His hands slid down her body caressingly, until he cupped her breasts in his strong hands. He messaged the soft mounds through the fabric of her shirt.

The adolescent Saiyan female moaned as he lightly pinched her erect nipples, all the while continuing to nip and suck at her neck. She cupped the back of his head and stroked across the top of his shoulder blades; her tail hooking itself around his rear, which unfortunately was hidden beneath his cargo pants.

"Jen-chan..." Trunks groaned to her softly, "I know we promised each other not to do anything while we're in here, but please! I need you so badly. I've never needed anyone as much as I need you right now, my love." Jen could feel his hard erection pressed to her thigh through his pants. His intoxicating scent was becoming stronger, now including the aphrodisiac-like scent of his arousal. It was incredible and all she wanted to do was beg him to take her. Still she resisted.

"What if I get pregnant, Trunks-chan?" she reminded him, both knowing the consequences if she did. It was really the only reason, they hadn't had sex yet. They couldn't afford Jen becoming pregnant and bearing a child in such a hostile environment; either here in the Room of Time and Spirit or in the future. It would be far too dangerous.

"Saiyans choose when they get pregnant, remember?" Trunks mumbled to the soft, reddening flesh of her neck, his hands moving down her sides to the edge of her shirt. Bulma had often been found cursing about stupid Saiyan men, who purposely impregnated their lovers. Vegeta had even confirmed it one day; although father and son failed to go into any sort of length in the conversation. For fear of screwing up is the why they hadn't consummated their bond yet.

Jen tried to think of another reason, why she and the incredibly handsome and loving young man laying on top of her shouldn't do this; but all thoughts ceased, as two powerful hands began to caress and knead her breasts without the hindrance of clothing. Trunks moved back to her mouth, kissing her passionately.

He pulled away and gazed deeply into her cobalt eyes. "Its completely up to you, Jen-chan," he admitted, almost reluctantly. "I will never force myself upon you."

Jen smiled, having never once doubted him, and pulled Trunks down for another passionate kiss; moaning against his mouth as he tweaked her nipples. "I trust you, Trunks. Go ahead. Make me yours forever," she whispered to his lips.

Trunks released the breath that he didn't realize he had been holding. He pressed his mouth against hers hard, kissing her with more fervor than ever before. Jen easily matched his enthusiasm. He pulled away long enough to remove her tattered t-shirt, then immediately dived back down to lave kisses along her collarbone. He trailed butterfly kisses down to the top of her breasts, as they were pushed up by her bra.

Jen gasped and arched her back as Trunks bit down gently on one erect nipple, his hands slipping around to struggle with her bra clasp. He tugged for a few moments at the stubborn thing, before it finally unhooked. Using his teeth, he pulled the hinder some undergarment away from his prize; leaving Jen squirming a little in embarrassment and from the lack of attention on her now painfully hard nipples.

Trunks paused to admire the beautiful creature before him. She lay on her back clad only in her underwear; her other clothes having already been removed to make her more comfortable while she had been unconscious. His eyes roamed over her body; starting at the gracefully flicking tip of her tail and following the alluring appendage to her long, toned legs, and up her flat stomach. He paused, watching her perfect breasts rise and fall with each softly panting breath. Reluctantly, he moved his eyes away and up to her beautiful, flushed face. He examined each fine feature carefully, memorizing her. At last he met those glittering, dark blue eyes he loved so much; half hidden beneath the thick, black spikes of her bangs. His mate was absolutely perfect...

Jen blushed lightly as the gorgeous male looked her over. When Trunks finally met her gaze again, she couldn't take it anymore. She rose to her knees and grabbed the surprised boy's torn tank top, pulling him towards her. "Its not polite to stare, young prince," she whispered sweetly, before kissing him hard. "Besides," she pouted, pulling away and tugging his shirt lose from his pants, "it isn't fair that you're the only one getting a peep-show."

Both now smirking devilishly, Trunks' shirt quickly found a new home on the floor, next to Jen's. Trunks started to push her down onto the bed once more, but Jen had other plans. Tired of being on the bottom and feeling bold, the teenage girl took the upper hand and Trunks found himself to be the one on his back; a beautiful, half naked, smirking female Saiyan straddling his hips. Her tail swished gracefully behind her, as Jen traced his bulging pecs. She leaned forward and nipped his chin. "Why don't you just sit back and relax for now, lover boy?" she teased. " I think you've had the wheel long enough for the moment..."

With that, she began trailing kisses down his throat, pausing only long enough to nip lightly at the junction between his neck and shoulder; earning a low growl from the half Saiyan. Jen smirked mentally. 'So it is true....' She resumed her ministrations, nipping her way down his collar bone and laving kisses to the center of his muscular chest. Her hands fumbled with his belt, as her soft lips found one pebbly nipple and her tongue teased it mercilessly. Trunks let out a nearly inaudible moan.

Jen finally unbuckled his belt and she scooted back to pull his pants off, Trunks happily assisting her. She quickly resumed her position and the couple's tongues met once again, in the ancient sensual dance. Trunks' eyes suddenly snapped open and moaned into Jen's mouth. The girl smirked, as her hand continued to message the hard, pulsing member in his boxers. Her fingers ran up and down his length, pausing occasionally to delicately trace the sensitive circle right underneath his head. Trunks arched his hips up towards her hand, and Jen swiftly removed his last article of clothing.

They immediately went back to what they had been doing. Jen ran her palm very lightly against his tip, smearing the precum against it. Using the natural lubricant, she wrapped her hand around Trunks' impressive manhood and slowly began to pump him with strong, rhythmic strokes. The aroused male let out a pleasured growl and bucked lightly against her hand.

Realizing that he wouldn't last too long if she kept this up, Jen abandoned her mate's mouth; swiftly trailing kisses down his torso and across his quivering, rock hard abs, finally finding herself faced with her destination. She had never done this kind of stuff with her past boyfriends, but she had a pretty good idea that the large, throbbing meat in her hand would make most guys envious.

Trunks peered down at her; his enchanting, passion filled eyes a darker blue than normal. She smiled up at him briefly, before bending down and giving his head a strong lick. His eyes slid shut and he arched his hips more. Using her free hand, Jen forced his hips back down to the bed, simultaneously taking part of his manhood into her mouth. Trunks instinctively tried to buck his hips again, but her hand stopped him. Good. Jen really didn't feel like having with the fleshy rod, forcefully shoved down her throat; though she knew Trunks would never try to do it on purpose.

She began to bob her head up and down, continuing to use her hand to pump the lower half of his shaft. Her tongue swirled around the head of his manhood, before she gently started to suck on it. Trunks growled and gripped her shoulders lightly. Her hand began to pump less, as she took more and more of him into her mouth. Suddenly her hand pulled away and cupped his velvety sack, as her lips slid down to nearly the base of his staff.

Trunks almost sat straight up, gasping. Looking up, Jen smirked and tried not to chuckle; failing miserably as the vibrations caused the young man to collapse back down, moaning loudly. Satisfied with his reaction, she pulled back, her lips firmly pursed around him. She fondled his balls gently as she took his length out and blew cool air across it. Trunks shuddered. Quickly Jen took him back in, until she could feel him at the back of her throat. She braced herself and then eased Trunks' manhood down her throat. She desperately fought the urge to gag and pulled back again until he was no longer down her esophagus. Then promptly took him in again. She continued this, moving more rapidly and taking more of him in as she grew accustomed to it.

Trunks moaned loudly and tightened his grip on her shoulders; unconsciously squeezing them in time with each bob of her head or rub of her hand against his sack. Jen was getting turned on by her mate's responses. She could feel herself becoming wet and her stiff nipples rubbed against Trunks' legs with each movement. Soon, she could feel his shaft begin to expand slightly and his balls tighten. Jen increased her efforts and with a strangled cry, Trunks came down her throat.

Jen swallowed as much of the salty substance as she could, while the hybrid warrior continued to shudder, lost in the throws of his climax. At last, Trunks' tense body went lax, leaving him panting on the bed. The Saiyan female adolescent gave him one last lick before crawling back up his body. "How was that, lover boy?" she teased, grinning down at him.

Mirai Trunks stared up at her, still trying to catch his breath. His bottom lip was bloody from where he had bitten it during his climax. Jen leaned down and licked a drop off, strangely enjoying the taste of his blood. Trunks' suddenly gave a smirk that would have made his father proud and before Jen could contemplate it, she found herself pinned to the mattress by a very strong, very handsome, very naked Saiyan hybrid.

"I liked it just fine, thank you!" he grinned, pressing his hard body down against hers; he could feel her hard nipples stabbing up into his chest. "Now lets see what you like!"

His lips mashed against hers, as his hands caressed her body. They found the swelling mounds of her breasts and began to knead them. He pulled away from her mouth and trailed kisses down her neck, where once more he sucked and nipped her. He lapped at the junction between her collar bones, at the base of her neck, his tongue tickling her slightly.

Trunks moved farther down to the valley between her breasts. He kissed the side of each, then moved one hand away. He licked the underside of the hard fleshy mound before teasing her nipple with his tongue; moving it back and forth. Jen moaned softly as he started to suck on that same miniature, pebbly pillar. Mirai Trunks suckled like a baby, his other hand continuing it's message on her other breast.

Jen's tail swatted at the bed excitedly, as her mate switched sides and started to nip at her opposite mound. It felt so good! She cradled Trunks' head to her and wrapped her tail over his now bare rear end. Trunks purred contentedly at the feel of her silky fur, continuing to nibble at her breast. Suddenly an idea popped into Jen's head. She pulled her tail away, then using the tip she prodded Trunks' tail spot hard.

And squealed! The motion had caught Trunks completely off guard; the sudden intense pleasure coursing through the most sensitive part of his body making him bite down on her extremely sensitized nipple. Trunks realized his unintentional mistake and immediately let go, tenderly licking at pained nub. Learning her lesson, Jen's tail resumed it's place, the tip flicking along his bare hip. While attending to soothing her breasts, Trunks slid his hand down her toned stomach to the edges of her panties. He paused for a second, then slipped it inside.

Jen tensed a little as his fingers played with her damp curls, then went farther down to trace the folds between her legs. Suddenly her eyes widened and she moaned, her back arching as he found what he had been searching for; rubbing the extremely sensitive nub of her clitoris against her. His hand was becoming wetter as Jen's womanhood did.

He rubbed her a little harder, then slid his fingers lower. By now, Jen was soaking and he easily pushed two fingers into her throbbing passage. Jen froze the new sensation catching her by surprise. Trunks looked up at her concerned and experimenting began to pump his fingers in and out of her slightly, his thumb rubbing against her clit. Jen moaned hard and arched her back; pushing both her breasts and her crotch towards her lover.

Trunks smirked and pulled away from her. Jen growled in frustration, glaring up at him as he stood up on his knees. He reached under her and pulled her hips off the bed. Quickly he removed her soaked panties, then laid back down on top of her. He kissed her lips sweetly, lovingly, then quickly trailed butterfly kisses down her torso.

He settled himself between her legs, lifting them to drape over his shoulders. All the while Jen watched him with unsure, passion-glazed eyes. He smiled reassuringly to her, before dipping his head down to the junction between her legs. He laid gentle kisses along her lower lips, occasionally probing them with his warm tongue. Using one hand, Trunks parted the pouting flesh, pulling them apart and revealing her inner womanhood.

He paused, not completely sure of what to do. Deciding to follow his instincts as he had so far, Trunks started at the bottom and gave a long, slow lick up to Jen's clit. She hissed slightly at the pass of warm, wet heat and the Saiyan hybrid did it again. Then fastened his lips to Jen's erect clit, licking it with quick swipes of his tongue and sucking gently. The girl groaned and threw her head back in pleasure. Encouraged, Trunks went down lower.

His tongue traced her dripping entrance teasingly, lapping at it, tracing the edges, but never dipping in! Jen had her hands pressed to the back of his head, holding him to her, trying to get what she wanted... needed. Finally she couldn't take it anymore! "Come.. on, Trunks!.. Stop... teasing.. me! ...l can't ..stand it!"

Trunks smirked and pushed his tongue into her passage as far as it would go, his thumb coming up to rub her throbbing clit. Jen moaned hard, pressing his head against her almost trying to suffocate him. The male hungrily probed her depths, rubbing his tongue against her walls; the girl moaning almost continuously. Suddenly he pinched her clit between his forefinger and thumb, rubbing the nub between them. With a scream, Jen exploded; flooding his mouth with her juices, seeing stars. Shuddering, she collapsed as Trunks continued to lap up her sweet nectar.

At last he pulled away and climbed back up her sweating body, kissing her passionately, allowing her to taste herself. Jen moaned, feeling herself becoming turned on again. Trunks' once again steel hard manhood was pressed against her thigh and Jen opened them for him to settle in between. As the head of Trunks' member nestled itself between her nether folds, reality hit home and Jen looked up at her mate a little fearfully.

Trunks smiled and kissed her sweetly. 'I will never hurt you, Jen-chan, my love,' he reassured her through their bond.

Reassured and relieved, Jen smiled also, knowing she was lucky to have a mate like him. 'I love you too, Trunks-chan.'

They broke their kiss, each burying their face in the other's neck. Trunks reached down and adjusted himself, pushing in slowly until he felt her barrier. He stayed still for a moment, allowing Jen to grow accustomed to his large size. Jen pressed her face further into his neck, giving it a quick kiss to signal she was ready and tried not to brace herself, knowing that it would only make things more painful. Trunks took the signal and with a mighty, sharp thrust broke through her barrier.

Jen silenced her squeal of pain by clamping her jaws into the junction between Trunks' shoulder and neck; marking him. He grunted slightly, fighting the urge to do the same. He wanted to wait until she was lost in pleasure. He remained still inside of her, allowing her pain to ebb for as long as he could stand it. Just as he didn't think he could last much longer, Jen ceased drinking his blood and pushed her hips up against his.

That was all the encouragement Trunks needed. He began to move within her with long, gentle thrusts. Jen winced as the pain revisited, and she pulled her head back to look up at her mate. Passionate, blue eyes stared back at her lovingly. She smiled and pulled Trunks down for a kiss as he continued to thrust into her. It wasn't long before she no longer felt any pain and only frustration at the slow tempo of their lovemaking. She surprised him by bucking up hard. Trunks groaned and started to thrust much more enthusiastically. He moved with fast, hard strokes, yet was still considerate of Jen.

Both were breathing hard by now, moving together in perfect harmony. Jen loved the sound of Trunks' soft grunts and purring in her ear, as he loved her heated moans. Their lovemaking was becoming fast and furious; them setting a pace that no human could never match!

Jen threw her head back as she came, Trunks moaning as her inner muscles squeezed his pistoning shaft, but he didn't slow.

Jen moaned and smirked up at him. Suddenly Trunks felt a strong rubbing against his tail spot and he lost it! His thrusts grew wild as he pounded into her; Jen scarcely able to continue rubbing her fingers against his tail spot or keep up with him! Trunks hair flashed gold and stood straight up. Jen was forced to power up as well, or risk being pulverized by her Super Saiyan mate. She grunted with each powerful thrust into her sopping wet womanhood, trying to push her power level higher with each of them.

Trunks groaned as he desperately struggled to stay some what in control; but the delicious rubbing and tingling in his tail spot, as well as Jen's tightening muscles squeezing his shaft tested his limits. Finally he couldn't take it anymore and with a fierce, feral cry he came, spilling himself into his mate, biting her in the shoulder and claiming her as his! Beneath him, Jen howled in untold of pleasure! Her black hair flashed to gold repeatedly with each smaller wave of orgasm until with that last howl, she transformed into a Super Saiyan for the first time!

They stayed frozen like that. The golden pair laying on top each other; their backs arched and pelvises mashed together, sweat pouring off of them, Trunks' jaws clamped into Jen's shoulder, their golden tails intertwined....

Then they collapsed, both falling out of Super Saiyan mode. Jen panted heavily as Trunks continued to lap at the oozing wound in her shoulder, his hot, panting breaths warming her already flushed skin.

"Wow!...... That.....was......in..cred..ible!" The female Saiyan rasped out tiredly. Trunks chuckled as he pulled away from her neck and kissed her passionately. Reluctantly, they broke the kiss, too out of breath for it to last for long, and with a hiss, Trunks pulled out of Jen, collapsing once more at her side.

"We should have done this sooner! You might have become a Super Saiyan months ago!" Trunks chuckled. Jen smiled and rolled her eyes playfully. She tried to wrap her tail around her mate, but it wouldn't. She looked down and gasped at the long, dark brown appendage wrapped around her slightly lighter one. Perplexed, Trunks looked down as well and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. "I...I..have a tail!" he exclaimed staring at his new appendage.

"Yeah you do! I guess I wasn't that bad after all, huh?" Jen smirked. Trunks looked up, still in shock about his tail, then grinned. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against him.

"I love you, Jen-chan! You know that?" he told her, looking deep into her midnight eyes.

"Of course, my love! And you are my heart and soul!" she smiled up at him, then bit his chin gently. Trunks smirked and completed their kiss, by tenderly biting the end of her nose. When they finally pulled apart, they kissed on the lips one more passionate time before falling asleep in each others arms.

To Be Continued......

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Next Time: Jen and Trunks leave the Room of Time and Spirit; but guess who will be waiting for them outside?

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A/N: This is my first lemon! So what'd ya think? Please review!